The pad that passed the wet test looked worse than the ones that failed.
Its edges were uneven. Dark plant sheath showed between layers of woven cord, and Tollis had stitched the outer wrap with thread of three different colors because those were the sound lengths he had left.
Iven pressed the measuring jaw against it again.
The thickness had not changed since the previous evening.
Neri checked the mark over his shoulder.
“Still there?”
“Still there.”
“Try not to sound disappointed.”
